Welcome Cries

Ron Koppelberger

Welcome Cries

An effect dispensed by the source of reflections in tinctured

Arrays of desire, by rapturous seas, the need

To summon the season of despairing

Deserts and places known by shadow,

An assailing brush with the insistence of beginnings

Without end, a courage in sundry might and able

Envy, a generous consequence judged tremulous

And threadbare by welcome cries

Into the dark.

Ragged Blossoms

Ron Koppelberger

Ragged Blossoms

Innocence alone,

Unto the divine,

By the light of unseen forces in coppery

Tears and wonting aspirations

                                                                  Of ragged blossoms.

Veils of Illusion

Ron Koppel Berger

Veils of Illusion

Pieces of emerald glass, bequeathed unto the cool shores of

Azure seas and amber sands, by drifting eyes and clear sunshine

Souls, the taboo of lonely aspirations

And eager exile, swallowed up by the passion of

Sorts and dissolving dramas’, in foggy

Veils of illusion, made sweet by vivid dreams of Eden.

River Dogs

Ron Koppelberger

River Dogs

Riverboat wash in reeds and Lilly pad shores of sanctity,

An honest captain in ancient array and vesture,

Fulfilling the birth of a gossamer dream, in sunglow and

Mirrored double vessel, in ripples of fostered egress,

Unto the fortune of proposed centuries and decades in deeply

Essential drift, further upheld by the will of flowing

Destiny and promised gain. By waters reserved for priests

And river dogs.

Mysterious Chase

Ron Koppelberger

Mysterious Chase

Sunday immeasurable, specifically alive

In the all of forevers denial, by time and

Wash, by fractured fame and the interwoven

Will of a design in alabaster wonts of cool sated sugar ice,

By the ascending love and the swell of a mysterious

Chase, by frayed edges and moths lighting the horizon

With an evanescent rhythm, by the calm meeting of marriages and veils in lace

                                                                              Desire.

Tradition and Love

Ron Koppelberger

Tradition and Love

Families and parchment lines of ancient

Leaf, by warm skirts and rhy gulps

Of whiskey perfume, in spicy acclaim and grandmother’s

In cooing cure, for the wont of children

And stray parades of drama,

The feast in full circles of tradition

                                                                             And love.

In Heaven's Grasp

Ron Koppelberger

In Heaven’s Grasp

Exhaling the mystery of silhouettes in charade, in discerning

Revolutions of beauty and bliss, the affectionate dream,

Sleeping with the desires of everlasting

Love and passionate shadows craving kisses

And almond eyed storms of fire, branded by the charm of a simmering

Brew and rare rippling sensation of ecstasy, kaleidoscopes

In passing rite and grateful glee, given unto the source

Of reveling reveries’ and borne confessions in

Twilight ink, in unspoiled betrothal, a sky spattered

By the fireflies held in heaven’s grasp and caught raging

The evening-tide age.